Today I just want to thank for listening.
Over the years I have spilled a lot of beans.
It all started seven years ago when I told you I slapped my husband in the face with a sponge.
Then, I told you another unflattering truth: I slept with my husband the day I met him.
Then I confessed some things about my occasional bouts with depression.
And told you some humbling things about my business.
I revealed some heavy things about a family legacy of addiction and shame.
… have given me the rare opportunity to practice telling the truth.
And the rare opportunity to learn that when I do, the sun still rises — a beautiful sunrise no less.
Over the past seven years I can count the number of hateful emails in response.
Instead — and unexpectedly — you have sent me buckets and buckets of compassion, gratitude and love.
Through you I have learned the power of vulnerability over perfection.
Through you I have learned the power of honesty over pretense.
Through you I have learned the power of forgiveness over secrecy and shame.
I write to you now as a witness to the power of TRUTH.
It will heal you.
The world is waiting for your truth.
Let us see you.